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Being far away from home hurts like unsaid words
So I wear clothes the way you taught me, two hands up to reach for the sky
I don’t cook but I’m better at pretending that my meals are as good as home cooked love
I miss your voice; your accent is the only language I have ever acquired from our conversations

So I wear clothes the way you taught me, two hands up to reach for the sky
I keep it together like lips pasted, pressed onto each other
I miss your voice; your accent is the only language I have ever acquired from our conversations
My eyes will always tell your stories

I keep it together like lips pasted, permanently pressed onto each other
Mama, teach me again how to be strong
My eyes will always tell your stories
Scold me for going far away

Mama, teach me again how to be strong
Send extended arms to cure and hug homesickness
Scold me for going far away
I travel because you did

Send extended arms to cure and hug homesickness
I don’t cook but I’m better at pretending that my meals are as good as home cooked love
I travel because you did
Being far away from home hurts like unsaid words